Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from East Timor and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1962 at the first Guess Who practice in a loft in Winnipeg.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Associates to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Nils Olav. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Anthony Braxton record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Max Romeo,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Vladislav Delay,
These Immortal Souls,
Brass Construction,
The Smoke,
Iggy Pop,
David McCallum,
Lakeside,
K-Klass,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Fugazi,
Reagan Youth,
The Saints,
Sugar Minott,
Cal Tjader,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
Panda Bear,
Quando Quango,
Eurythmics,
The Gories,
The Selecter,
In Retrospect,
Sonny Sharrock,
Ossler,
Monolake,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Johnny Clarke,
The New Christs,
Pere Ubu,
Robert Görl,
Bronski Beat,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Yusef Lateef,
Rekid,
Wasted Youth,
Kerrie Biddell,
Brick,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Surgeon,
The Seeds,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
cv313,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blues Magoos,
The Kinks,
Cluster,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Monochrome Set,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Marc Almond,
Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle, Throbbing Gristle.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.